her anyhow.
Well you donât see me squealing you out.
Thatâs different.
Different because itâs you is why itâs different. And howâd Virgil know?
How you think Virgil knew? Same way Virgil knows whoâs gotta have a shit and whoâs got crabs and every other goddamned thing under this fogfucked sun.
He donât know one thing.
Whatâs that? Little Erma Lee got twins?
No, she ainât got no twins. She ainât big enough for twins.
She ainât big enough for you.
Iâll tell you what neither one you or Virgil knows if you shut your highliner mouth for a breath.
Whatâs that?
The Downcoast Highliner is going into the lobster pound business with his big brother is what.
Like hell.
Like hell is right Mister Man. I know we figured Iâd take his share in the pound and youâd get the camp, but Iâm thinking on you and me going in half partners and we sell the
Jennifer
and you take the
Cinderella
once we get her back. Now donât you go getting ornery. You need a bigger boat.
I ainât getting ornery, Bill. And I donât need a bigger boat. And I ainât gardening lobsters in that mud hole and counting numbers in books and I especially ainât going in with Osmond fucking Randolph.
You always was good with books, Jonah. Youâre the Downcoast Highliner by Jesus. You can do any old thing. That pound is worth moreân twice what the camp is worth and so if we go partners with you taking a share of the pound, them numbers can work out. The price ainât shit but all we got to do is feed and hold some lobsters over the winter and by March the priceâll be up.
That donât account for Osmond.
The hell with Osmond. Weâll buy him out down the road.
The hell so. You got yourself a infant coming. You fixing on marrying her or ainât you?
Bill leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. He held his coffee in both hands. I donât know, he said. I just ainât sure what to do.
Jonah set one hand on the warm kettle. He wasnât used to seeing his brother confused. He said, That girlâll be the ruin of you.
That what Virgil said?
Thatâs what I said.
Well she ainât like that.
The hell she ainât. Get rid of her.
Rid of her? You want me to run her offshore with a cinderblock?
Christ, Bill, you know what Iâm saying. If you love her, good. Congratulations. If not, end it before you got ten kids, a pile of food stamps, and more cousins than you can count.
Bill stood up. You want in the pound or not? Itâs family, Jonah. Always been. We got sixty thousand pounds of lobster in there right now and next summer Iâm rebuilding the dam and causeway and dragging that rotten mud out of her and everything. Itâs called fine tuning, Jonah. Sheâll hold upward of eighty thousand pounds next year.
It ainât my deal, Bill, and you owe the bank for them sixty thousand pounds.
Bill put his coffee down and stood straight and put his hands in his pockets. The poundâs good protection, Jonah. Itâs security. The priceâll change by late winter.
Youâll be changing diapers is whatâll change. Christ no I donât want in just like you donât want in with Erma Lee Carver or Osmond Randolph.
She ainât what you think. And I can handle Osmond.
I donât give a shit, Captain.
Bill stepped into his rubber boots and opened the door. A gust of wind filled the room and he pulled the door closed without leaving. I know it, Jonah. I know it.
Bill met Jonahâs gaze and the two stood like that for a moment and within that moment Jonah wondered how his brother would survive without their father.
Bill continued, But I canât keep away from her is the thing. I think itâs them pheromones you spoke of. Sheâs got a full trawl of them.
I imagine thatâs so.
Bill shuffled his feet in the doorway. And besides, you ever seen a woman shaves down